The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Chapter 22: Thaddeus’ Teachings

Friday’s POV

My legs were still wobbly when I got back to the pack house. I had Thaddeus’ T-shirt on over my yellow bikini as I crept quietly up the stairs to the Alpha Floor. I didn’t want to run into Maze and experience a repeat of this morning when Thaddeus had been angry to see me in Maze’s T-shirt. It would be Maze’s turn to be angry to find me Thaddeus’ T-shirt if he spotted me. I made it to my room. I sighed in relief as I shut the door. Thaddeus had told me there would be another surprise after dinner. After dinner surprises with Thaddeus were always s****l. I smirked to myself. I was so happy he had forgiven me for getting close with Maze.

As I showered my mind raced. The images of the day flitted through my mind. Thaddeus’ rippling muscles, the pink sand, the blue waters, my bright yellow bikini, Thaddeus’ mouth on my most intimate area. I sighed as the warm water washed over me. I did not even hear him coming in.

Thaddeus’ POV

I had always prided myself on having great restraint as a powerful alpha over my inner wolf but soft and sweet Friday unleashed the beast in me so easily. I had said we would continue after dinner but as

(to my room, I wanted to be with Friday again. Her smell, taste, softness, beauty and melodious moans were drugs to me and I was an addict.

I had initially joined Alpha Maze and some warriors on the ground floor. Their conversation was impossibly dull. I soon found myself following a sneaky Friday up the stairs. She was tiptoeing as if sneaking home like a rebellious teenager. She was so adorable. I wondered who she was hiding from, Fangor Maze, and why.

I let her shut her bedroom door. I waited a few moments and then crept in. I found her in her shower, in all her naked glory, a vision of loveliness. I stripped and then stepped into the shower behind her,

snaking my arms around her waist. She gave a squeal of surprise but quickly relaxed, realising it was me. She grinned at me, her eyes agleam as she turned around and leant in for a kiss. I crashed my mouth against hers greedily. She still tasted of salt from the seawater along with her usual sweetness. Her core had been just as deliciously sweet and tender earlier as I had expected and her reaction to my worship of her had been a sight to behold.

“Did you have fun at the beach?” I asked, nuzzling my nose against hers as we broke apart.

She nodded emphatically and wrapped her arms around my neck, sighing happily. I lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her golden legs around me. I chuckled, pressing my forehead against hers.

“Friday?” I said.

She seemed distracted. Her eyes were cast downwards on my hard member pressed against her tummy. I smirked. That brought us to our next lesson.

“Hey!” I said, more demanding. Her brown eyes met my blue ones. “Yes, Thaddeus,” she responded sweetly. “Are you ready to return the favour?” I asked, grinning.

She seemed confused for a second, c*****g her head to the side, thinking. Then, understanding coloured her expression.

“Good girl,” I murmured. “Get on your knees.”

I placed her on her feet gently. Friday swiftly knelt down on the wet tiles as water continued to stream down and from the sides at us. She eyed my huge member hungrily.

“Are you ready to learn?” I asked. “Yes, Thaddeus!” She said eagerly. My name from her lips was music to my ears. “Ok, Baby, remember what you did in the bathtub earlier?” She nodded. “Start like that,” | instructed.

She quickly placed both hands on my erect c**k as one of her hands was too small to wrap all the way around it. She moved her hands up and down the long shaft, using her nails to gently trace patterns on my skin. I groaned. My legs trembled a little. This little wolf-less girl could easily bring a seven-foot alpha like me to my knees. Some pre-cum dribbled out of the engorged head of my c**k. Friday licked her lips.

“You wanna taste it, Baby?” I asked Friday. “Yes, please, Thaddeus,” she said sweetly. Inodded and she quickly and eagerly licked the tip of my c**k. I moaned. “Let’s see if you can fit it in your mouth, Baby,” I suggested. She looked at me, a tiny beauty, on her knees, her doe eyes wide. Friday’s POV

The strangest thing happened. I sensed Thaddeus coming long before he snuck up behind me. I somehow heard his silent footsteps. It was like I could feel the air in the room that was displaced by his movements. Maybe it was my imagination. When he finally wrapped his arms around me from behind. I squealed in excitement. I quickly turned around, wondering if he intended to play with my behind some more. The thought of that made me impossibly nervous and extremely excited at the same time, but

Thaddeus had other ideas.

Before I knew it I was on my knees, licking the tip of his huge c**k, tasting his yummy pre-cum. He asked me if I wanted to fit it all in my mouth. I regarded him with wide eyes. I doubted I could but I would give it my all. I wanted to do to Thaddeus what he had done to me earlier.

I took the head of his hard, large member into my mouth. His girth and length were intimidating. Thaddeus bunched my wavy dark hair up holding it in a ponytail, urging me forwards. I took him into my mouth inch by inch. I spluttered and gagged on his c**k as it neared the back of my throat. He was so huge! My eyes watered. I locked eyes with him as tears streamed down my face. He was looking at me adoringly. Encouraged by this, I took all of him, resisting the urge to gag. His c**k was so smooth. His delicious smell and taste were addictive.

Thaddeus started guiding me using my hair. He thrusted his c**k gently into my mouth. I moaned and the vibration of the sound against his c**k made him groan. He was speeding my mouth, his huge c**k thrusting in and out, f*****g my mouth and throat. I was shocked at how excited this made me. My p***y was dripping. My juices ran down my inner thighs along with the warm shower water. I spluttered and tears continued to stream down my face. Thaddeus paused but I gave him a thumbs-up and he chuckled and continued. He was moving impossibly fast now, not quite at werewolf speed because he was careful not to hurt me. I sucked his thick, long, beautiful c**k as hard as I could, relishing the taste. My hands were grabbing his butt cheeks as they clenched and released. I pressed him into me and sucked him harder and he thrusted faster. I heard him groan and then grunt. I knew what would happen. His c*m hit the back moun, my cheeks punted out a little because of his huge load or C min my mouin.

“Swallow,” he said sternly.

I gulped it all down and he looked at me like I was a masterpiece and he an art collector. I was exhausted. He lifted me up easily and finished washing both of us off. He moved a little more slowly than was used to. I had drained him both literally and figuratively. I giggled to myself as he bundled me in warm towels and started drying us both off.

“What’s so funny, little Luna?” He said softly, his blue eyes warm and sleepy. “It’s a secret,” I lied, not wanting to reveal my dirty thoughts yet.

He chuckled and kissed me gently. He dressed me in my night gown and he put on a robe. He snuggled me under my covers in the dark, nuzzling me and stroking my hair. He massaged my back as I drifted off to sleep.

Theo’s POV

Fang was being weird: well, weirder than usual. He had gone all day while Thaddeus and Friday had been at the beach. I hoped he had not tried to follow them. Thad mind-linked Thaddeus just in case and my bro assured me everything had went smoothly, remarking that Friday was currently asleep in his arms and a good student. I smirked. He had certainly wasted no time. I was actually glad the challenge stopped those alphas from rushing things with Friday even more. She was very inexperienced and seemed genuinely sweet. I definitely wanted her to be the Berryndale Luna. She had a lot of growing up to do but she would do so gracefully. I had a good feeling about it.

Finally, Fang, Friday’s odd elder brother, returned to the pack house. He was wearing a ton of cologne. I could scarcely stand the stench. He was hiding something, some scent he did not want any of the other werewolves to pick up on. I sat with him in a library on the Beta floor.

“What’s up? Missed you today?” Ilied, but he had been clinging to me, Thaddeus and Friday recently and suddenly he disappeared. Something was wrong.

Fang laughed humourlessly.

“I was visiting a friend,” he said serenely but I could see beads of perspiration forming on his temples. Alarm bells went off in my head. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Fang’s POV

I snuck back into the pack house hoping the cologne I had practically bathed in covered the stench. Any Marigold werewolf who smelt vampire on me would be livid. There was no fraternising with them in our pack. As a Beta, I was able to leave the fortress that was Marigold as I pleased. Berryndale was the neighbouring town and pack-lands. I had stumbled upon a strange woman in a bar there. I could tell by her pallor and her smell that she was a high-born vamp. She had glared at me, realising I was the Marigold Beta Wolf. A thought had occurred to me.

Flashback (earlier today) “Excuse me, Miss, what do vampires know about Berryndale and Marigold?” I said. A weird question but I had my reasons. She raised a thin blond eyebrow.

“We know that they are allies. Berryndale allows vampires on their lands within reason but Marigold has no tolerance for them,” she muttered, regarding me pointedly.

“And you know what’s happening right now between Marigold and Berryndale?”I questioned.

She narrowed her eyes and then smirked. “I know a certain wolf-less she-wolf is the prize for either Alpha as they compete for her affection. Every creature within miles and miles has heard of that. It’s quite the story. Your sister, no?” She said, though her expression told me she knew the answer.

She seemed taken aback and a little frightened. The Van Der Windt Family hated and were hated by werewolves because their ancestors had kept hundreds of kidnapped werewolves and even humans as mistreated servants centuries ago. The head of the family, “Vampire King”, Victor Van Der Windt, had an obsession with werewolves still to this day. The age-old and powerful family believed humans and werewolves should serve vampires. Since the captive werewolves had been freed about four hundred years ago, the family had lived mostly in the shadows, still wealthy and still at the top of a coven of close-minded vampires. More open-minded vampires avoided them.

The vamp moved to leave. I stopped her in her tracks with another question.

“What would you say if I told you / wanted to get rid of my darling sister?” I asked, aware / was on dangerous grounds.

She stopped and turned slowly, her movements graceful like a prima-ballerina. A slow malicious smile formed on her cold but beautiful face.

“I would say…my name is Katrina Van Der Windt, and it is a pleasure to meet you!”